Chocolate & Whiskey

Surprise Me

Leyla knew that everyone has such days when everything goes wrong. That is, absolutely everything. The weather is dull, absolutely no desire to perform any action, contacts with other people do not go well, and generally, the whole life reserve suddenly turns out to be at zero. This certainly happens to everyone. And Aydin was no exception.

Having come to work as early as possible, the girl, as always, checked the mail first and was happy to see the long-awaited letter from the partner company in the incoming messages line. The girl desperately continued to press the button again and again; unsuccessfully trying to fix the problems that came from nowhere, until the monitor finally stopped showing signs of life, suddenly turning black. Half a page of excellent, literate text was in vain and instantly became one of the irreplaceable losses for all progressive mankind. Disappointed Aydin immediately decided to take a five-minute pause and drink a cup of good, strong coffee, but, rising from her seat, accidentally brushed off a stack of documents lying on the edge of the table and quietly swore.

Having scrolled these bright moments of this morning in her head, Leyla let out a disappointed sigh: it was clear from the beginning that today would not be for her. However, in spite of the awkward situations, of which there were a lot of, this day had one amazing beauty: he, like everyone else, was coming to an end. Someone he has brought something new, for someone everything has remained as before. Someone was happy about this day. And Aydin was simply happy that he was finally over: unpleasant surprises, fairly battered nerves would leave her alone and let her rest.

Alone, circling around the spacious living room, the full crowd of people invited by Hüma Hanım, the girl once again caught herself thinking that she now more than ever wanted to return home as soon as possible in order to get into a warm, cozy bed, sleep and forget everything that happened to her in the last 24 hours. Forget like the worst dream in the world. But she couldn't return without Sanem, and sister, as luck would have it, disappeared among the guests, leaving no trace of her presence in this stuffy decorated room. Well, let it be so: Leyla had no desire to stay in this house for a minute. Of course, it was inconvenient to refuse, but hardly anyone or something would prevent her from leaving supper unnoticed by others. And in general, in truth, Aydin wouldn't have called this strange event supper: for the whole evening, she never ate a bit, ponderingly wandering around the spacious corridors of the Divit's house. One fact pleased her and grieved at the same time: in the last hours, she had never encountered Emre, who, of course, also had to be somewhere here. On the one hand, it many times reduced the number of problems that fell on her today, but on the other hand, the blonde increasingly realized that deep down she misses talking to him. She damnably misses him.

Thinking about it, Leyla stopped in the middle of the aisle, and then looked with a focused look at the golden ring on the finger of her right hand. No, it's not worth thinking and dreaming about Emre anymore. Too many mistakes they both made to be together. The girl shook her head from side to side in the hope of driving away the oppressive thoughts; another time she'll think about it, she's more tired than ever. Perhaps waking up tomorrow morning, she'll feel much better. Looking around, Leyla began looked for Sanem again but immediately regretted it. The brunette who ran out of the kitchen flew into the sister at full speed. And everything would be fine if it were not for a big glass of wine, the entire contents of which instantly turned out to be on the blonde's dress.

Catching the icy gaze of blue eyes on herself, Sanem looked at Leyla from head to toe and whispered:

"But so you immediately will feel how the wine is cold and sweet."

The elder Aydin rolled her eyes, feeling the wet clothes on top gradually becomes sticky.

"Thank you, sis," she hissed back. "I wouldn't be surprised if, in the end, it turns out that the magnetic storms that passed somewhere nearby just threw all your bad luck on me. How do you think I'll go back to the table like this?"